Sunday thought of the day:
Sunday likes to leave traces of himself on you.
He’ll adorn your neck with beautiful jewelry, classy and not too gaudy, made with precious stones that were imported from other star systems. Your favorite dress was commissioned by him, hand-made with the softest fabrics and finest stitching (Sunday reviews the stitching himself. The seamsters who worked on the apparel can only stand there with bone-chilling anticipation as Sunday silently— meticulously— scrutinizes the sewing. He only wants the best for his darling, after all). He’s bought some aromatic oils for you too. When you get ready in the morning, he takes his time massaging it into your wrists and the pulse points of your neck (you don’t seem to realize it’s the same scent that he uses).
They are all symbols of affiliation— a claim over you that remains unspoken. Despite this, others are not ignorant to the tacit message that reflects off of the glimmering stones in your necklace, or the luster of the silks that swathe you: you are involved with Sunday, and one should remain circumspect in their interactions with you.
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I took the noodle outside for some 'outside' enrichment today, especially since it's warmish and YA'LL, his lil snakey pupils got so small in the sun he looked like 😳 and he did so many tongue flicks.
Slightly blurry photo. He always looks so small when bunched up in my hands which is hilarious cause he's like 3.5 feet long (or 2.5 average sized newborn babies for you non-Americans). I need to get a pic of him fully stretched out one of these days.
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Now everybody jumping up with all these apologies and game plans to help Palestinians since we got Israel undeniably read to fucking filth in the ICJ and then shitting the bed with their defense...
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Jenny's Signature
"Jenny! Ma petit songbird! I have a new scent I would like you to share with you today!" Corey Cologne said, sounding excited to share his latest perfume with his favorite customer.
"Oh? I wonder what lovely scent you have created today, Corey." Jenny Jamboree said with curiosity in her voice.
Corey held out his perfume bottle near her face. Not too close, but just enough for the scented mist to hit her button nose.
"Close your eyes and mouth as well. You're about to smell, oh, so swell!" Corey chimed as he spritzed Jenny.
The mist tickled her nose and face as she sniffed the air around her.
"Well, Jenny? What do you think?" Corey asked, anticipated to hear what his neighbor thinks about it.
The scent smelled very familiar to her. It was almost as if the scent that reminded her favorite things. The scent of the rainbow trees after an early morning rain shower, the scent of the wildflowers in full bloom on a sunny afternoon, and the smell of her favorite treat to eat. A hint of pomegranate.
"Oh, Corey! This is your absolute best scent yet! It makes me want to sing and dance about how much of a rocking jam it is!" Jenny said, followed by her singing a little ditty about the perfume.
"What do you call it?" Jenny said with wonder in her voice.
"I call it, "Jenny des Bois."That's is French for, "Jenny from the Woods." Corey said, followed by a wink from the charismatic gentle giant.
Jenny couldn't help but let out a small giggle at the perfume being named after her.
"Teehehehe! Oh, Corey... That Sounds like a Jam!"
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Special thank you to @weevmo for the fantastic art commission! Words can not express how truly wonderful this art piece is!
Our Neck of the Woods is a Fanmade Welcome Home Au project. It is not affiliated with the Official Welcome Home Project, It's Creator Clown/@/partycoffin , or the Official Welcome Home Crew.
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